F002 Diary Entry. The College.

The car stops and I'm looking at the main entrance. It's holiday, long weekend, and no one should be here. I push a button and the door unlocks. The hall welcomes me with a whiff of detergent.

I find my room, but I'm not in the mood to go in there yet. I pace the empty halls and corridors, restless, when I catch sight of one student. A girl practising cheerleader motions in the courtyard. I look at her from the window. Good material. I will see if Fairbanks had something on file about her.

The rest of the day slips by eventless. I read and write. I check the security systems. There is a holding room just under mine, but I feel no desire to check it. At six, I meet one of the assassins. I hate their kind. At least this one is of few words and efficient. Looks like a middle east character and speaks little, but he looks dependable. I hope I will never need his services.

The car with my assistant takes me to my new home. A wealthy, anonymous house. The assistant is a nice girl, perfectly fit to my tastes. We both know I have rights to do what I want with her. She looks relieved when I send her away to her rooms, in the back of the same building.